Oct 2023
The sun shone down,
Red from smoke in the sky,
Yellow from dust hung in the air.
Then the storm came.
The sky went grey,
The trees blew bent,
Torrents beat the ground into mud.
Then the storm passed,
And the sun shone down
From a wind-cleared blue sky
Through air rinsed clean by the rain.
Red from smoke in the sky,
Yellow from dust hung in the air.
Then the storm came.
The sky went grey,
The trees blew bent,
Torrents beat the ground into mud.
Then the storm passed,
And the sun shone down
From a wind-cleared blue sky
Through air rinsed clean by the rain.
Ever notice, after a storm, that the air tastes that much sweeter after the atmosphere has circulated?
